was adopted by the Harding family. Now, their b
ncé, Braeden Hewitt, stood right there with Yola
is the true heiress of the Harding f
led in my eyes. "Today is my foster parents' f
"No. It has
reath and nodde
that my biological par
nancial crisis, I just happened to hold
Yolanda, begging and crying, "For old t
sion from that day, a cold
.
he memorial, I
mansion was huge, a
s, but it always felt like I
, clothed me, sent me to the best schools, but t
those ten years who ever m
back, it wa
ke up much space. A sin
, I took one l
against Braeden, ordering the housekeepe
Get rid of everything. D
arp, cutting through t
ound, just seared that humil
ere all ten years I had, wanted to help me w
traight. Who runs
mid-air, her face et
olanda's waist, walked ov
a scene by hanging a
gust, like the very carpet beneath my
s, looking past
ding, ex
epped on. She tightened her grip on Braeden's
now. You should pro
triumphant smirk pl
He pinched her cheek, then co
r the ring. It does
ngagement ring
slowly slid the ri
ne, leaving just a fawrist. The ring spun through the air, a cold, shiny arc, and landed
and jarring, like the death
the right place
with anger. He stepped fo
hell is yo
ike he wanted to crus
ooked at him calmly, like h
twisted and ugly. I barely even felt the pai
you've touched fee
my reaction, hesit
suitcase, and walked out that door that had held me
. It was a text
about taking anything that isn't yours. You came
ted it, and blo
a call came in from
ul, steady male voice
ou out front. Sir and Madam have been
pushing down the tig
m coming
black Bentley, I final
y woke from the dream of